Silver Pistols (3)
âAre you really an alchemist?â People began to raise their doubts.
âYeah!â nodded Ye Lang, though his reply didnât sound convincing to everyone.
âCan I have a look at your registration form?!â Johnny extended a hand, asking to check Ye Langâs registration form. Although the form was filled out by Ye Lang himself, it was written before all of this. At that time, he didnât expect heâd be using alchemy weapons.
âHere you go!â Ye Lang didnât mind giving the form to Johnny.
âA prodigal son?!â While Johnny already knew that it wouldnât be any good outcome according to Ye Langâs attitude, he didnât expect such a âcareerâ at all.
âYup, my main occupation is being a prodigal son, being an alchemist is my second job.â Ye Lang nodded. Being an alchemist was only his second job.
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âStop talking so much. Hurry up and send me your people. Iâd like to settle this problem as soon as possible!â said Ye Lang a little impatiently. He didnât like to wait.
âMy turn! Youâre no match for me!!â A person leapt out in front of him.
âYou? I think it would be better if I fought someone else. Uh⊠Whatâs his name? Yeah, you. Come!â It wasnât because he was a threat to Ye Lang, Ye Lang just felt like the personâs skills were poorer than Edwardâs. Edward could deal with him on his own. Ye Lang only chose the ones whose skills were much higher than Edwardâs.
Other than the two guys, the ones left were only Johnny and the other person whom he didnât recognize.
What Johnny said was just a small matter, Iâll let him wait a while longer. The last one would be him!
At that moment, Johnny was frowning, deep in thoughtâŠ
âYou, with the surname Ye, are you insulting me now?â The guy Ye Lang left hanging was furious.
âYeah!â Ye Lang nodded. He was very honest and had never lied about these matters, even if the opponent would be triggered.
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âSince this Prince Ye has such high expectations of me, I guess Iâll go for it!â The person who was appointed by Ye Lang emerged on the battlefield. It wasnât the time for him to draw back now, he wanted to show off his abilities in front of Lady Kesha.
âYes, yes, youâre the tallest here anyways. Uh, thereâs something I want to ask,â Ye Lang asked the Duke of Alexandria, who was standing nearby, in a sudden.
â?? What is it??â asked the Duke.
âMay I assign Li Shiba to fight on my behalf? Iâll give him ten thousand gold coins!â asked Ye Lang.
ââŠ. No, you may not!!â the Duke sulked.
Everyone was getting increasingly mad. They all wanted to get rid of the abominable Ye Lang very badly.
âSigh, if it was allowed, Iâm sure Li Shiba wouldâve been able to defeat you all! Iâm just a weak alchemist, I really donât want to fight all you martial artistsâŠâ sighed Ye Lang as he shook his head.
Weak? More like despicable!!
Almost everyone had the same thoughtsâŠ
âAlright, come on, I want to use my secret weapons!!â challenged Ye Lang at the professional martial artist.
The master pulled out his sword. Looks like aristocrats preferred swords to make them look cooler!
However, just as the master was preparing to launch his attack, Ye lang raised his hand suddenly. âWait!!â he shouted.
âWhat now?â The master stopped doing whatever he was about to do.
âI have a question. Arenât you going to talk about your strengths?â
âIâm not telling!!â said the fighter. He then rushed towards Ye Lang while watching him very carefully, fearing what Ye Lang might do next.
Fighting with alchemists was a headache for martial artists, especially magicians. They couldnât anticipate what attacks the alchemists would use. Fortunately, there werenât many alchemists who knew how to fight.
âO wind, fire, water, and earth, the four elements fully activatedâŠâ After Ye Lang threw a few alchemy mines, he adjusted the alchemy bazooka to its maximum power and fired it at the fighter.
This time, the master already knew Ye Langâs attack tactics so he was prepared for it when Ye Lang fired.
He dodged the flash of light at full speed!
âBoom!â The alchemy bazooka struck one of the corners of the building. The corner of the Dukeâs residence began to collapseâŠ
The Duke was stunned for a moment, then he roared, âWhat the fuck! Kid, are you trying to demolish my house?!!â
âStop talking, I will compensate you for that. Iâll destroy your whole house if you continue talking!â said Ye Lang mindlessly as he kept the alchemy bazooka. He then threw a few grenades.
All he had was money. He could no doubt still afford to pay compensation even if he destroyed the whole city. Of course, only the people who were familiar with him knew about this. And obviously, that didnât include the people who are living here.
âCan you afford it? This one of mine is⊠Eh, what is thisâŠâ
âMaâŠâ As the Duke droned on, a black object flew across the sky. It looked like one of Ye Langâs alchemy bombs.
âWhat the fuck! A bomb! Everyone out of the way!â
Everyone around the Duke started to evacuate, including Lady Kesha and others.
This little kid dared throw a bomb at Lady Kesha? The lady he was planning to get in a relationship with? Was he really here for a blind date?
âMy bad, sorry. My hand slipped. That was an accident,â apologized Ye Lang sincerely.
âIâm sure you threw it on purpose!â shouted Lady Fei immediately before the Duke spoke. She gritted her teeth as she glared at him. She hated him very much.
âIt really was an accident! Iâm done talking to you all, I need to get rid of this guy now. Hey, just lie down if youâre tired!!â shouted Ye Lang at the fighter.
The master was in a rut. He was exhausted from dodging Ye Langâs grenades and the ground was full of alchemy mines. It definitely wouldnât feel good to step on one so he had to be extremely careful to avoid them.
This kid wasnât fighting using alchemy skills, he was fighting using his money! How much did it cost for him to get all these things? Could ordinary people even afford any of it?
Everyone privately agreed on one thing- Ye Langâs fighting style wasnât something other people could learn. At the same time, perhaps even Ye Lang himself didnât know how long this fighting style would last because fighting like this was really costly.
They werenât exploding alchemy bombs, they were shiny gold coins!
He was right. His main career was indeed a prodigal son, and only a prodigal son would be able to fight like this.
At this moment, everyone seemed to realize that money was actually a very powerful weapon!!
Ye Langâs attacking style wasnât enough to inflict fatal wounds to the fighter. It even gave him a chance to get closer to Ye Lang. After avoiding the last grenade, the master thrust his sword at Ye Lang!
The blade of douqi generated by the thrust was powerful. It was as if he was ready to slice Ye Langâs body into pieces!